Maine unke boobs dekhe dotoon kya mast ubhaar they unke! Nipple bhi dikhayi de rhe they sayad unhone bra nhi pahni thi unhe pata tha ki mai unke boobs... ko ghoor rha tha phir bhi unhone kuch nhi kahajahan mai khada tha wahaan balti rakhi thi bhabhi balti uthane ke liye jhuki to mujhe unke purey boobs dikhayi de gye bhot hi aur oranges ki tarah gol gol they.Kapde dhulne ke baad unhone mujhse bahar jane ko kaha uar smile kari maine kuch nhi kaha tab unhone kaha ki chale jao nhi to koi dekh lega. Her hands found their way to his thighs as she was leaning in towards him. She pushed him back on the couch and swung one leg over him and placed herself on top him. She undid her hair and the black flow just drowned everything else in the room, the whole living room smelt amazing. Aryaan held on to her hips instinctively, they were sucking the life out of each others’ faces and they wouldn’t let each other go.She ran her hands searchingly across his torso looking for the ends of his t-shirt to. * * *Back at the house Chris was now sobbing quietly while jerking off to the pictures on the phone. He couldn’t believe his wife had done this to him. He was hoping and praying she would call, he had to know what they were doing to her. He came again for the third time since he had gotten home, he couldn’t get the sound of her moans out of his mind. He had never heard her moan like that, and he couldn’t believe that she was out fucking other men. His beautiful trophy wife, that had only had. She figured that was what attracted her to him so many years ago. She loved a good game of hide-n-seek and Ian seemed to be skilled at hiding. ‘What’s this? A real hug and not one of those okay-you-hugged-me-now-let-me-go hugs you’re so fond of?’ He didn’t answer but instead lightly yanked her ponytail. She stuck her tongue out at him in response. ‘Why the long delay?’ ‘Last minute family gathering, bad shrimp, you get the picture. Say, have you shrunk? You seem shorter…’ ‘No, actually I.